Cigarettes and Roses

Well I spent my last quarter on a payphone call from Tennessee And I was calling back home hoping to hear you've been missing me And to tell you I've been kicked to the curb for my original sound And I'll be heading back home just as soon as I burn this one down But the dial ran blank and I didn't get to say All the things I needed you to hear So I'm calling to the heavens hoping you don't wanna leave me All alone standing here But darlin' hear me out I've been working so hard Tryna keep us together And not tear us apart And I know it ain't easy But neither is it for me I only had enough for roses and a pack of Eagle 20s Well I caught the greyhound out of Nashville back to N.E. OK Just me, my guitar, and nothing to show for the stay As we broke the state line I stared at your picture in my billfold Anxious and ready to have you in my arms to hold As we pull down the driveway I rehearsed my apology That I would soon tell to you Bust through the front door to you at the table Looked you in the eyes and plead But darlin' hear me out I've been working so hard Tryna keep us together And not tear us apart And I know it ain't easy But neither is it for me I only had enough for roses and a pack of Eagle 20s As I handed you your roses, I lit up my last 20